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Feb 2016
It stood there, tall for decades
Years how many, no one knows
Until one night, falls it down
As harsh wind that night blows.

Seeing it fall, we all weep
Through the night, lose our sleep
But day comes and forget we all
....
Until
....
A lassie seeds a sapling small.
Feb 26th 2016
Pune
*** Reminiscing Ranita’s fallen Mango tree
Shailesh Otari
Written by
Shailesh Otari  Pune, India
(Pune, India)   
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